Singer: Francisco ROTUNDOSinger 2: Floreal RuizComposer: José María AguilarAuthor: José María Aguilar
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Milonguera de melena recortada, que ahora te exhibes en el Pigall. No recuerdas tu cabeza coronada por cabellos relucientes sin igual. Acordate que tu vieja acariciaba con sus manos pequeñitas de mujer tu cabeza de muchachita alocada... que soñaba con grandezas y placer. Una noche te fugaste del hogar que te cuidó... y a la vieja abandonaste que en la vida te adoró. En busca de los amores, y para buscar placeres, fuiste con otras mujeres al lugar de los dolores. Milonguera de melena recortada que antes tenías hogar feliz, no recuerdas a tu viejita amargada que ignora todavía tu desliz. Acordate de aquel novio enamorado que luchaba por formarte un buen hogar y que tímido, feliz y mal confiado colocaba tu recuerdo en un altar. Ahora sola, abandonada en las alas del placer, vas dejando, acongojada, tus ensueños de mujer. De tus trenzas en la historia ni las hebras quedarán, que perduren tu memoria a los que te llorarán.
English translation
Milonguera with cropped mane, that now you exhibit yourself at the Pigall. Don't you remember your head crowned by shiny hair without equal. Remember how your old lady caressed you with her tiny woman's hands your head of a crazy little girl... who dreamed of greatness and pleasure. One night you ran away from the home that took care of you... and abandoned the old woman who adored you in life. In search of loves, and in search of pleasures, you went with other women to the place of pains. Milonguera with cropped mane you once had a happy home, you don't remember your bitter old lady who still ignores your slip. Remember that boyfriend in love who struggled to make a good home for you and who shy, happy and mistrustful placed your memory on an altar. Now alone, abandoned on the wings of pleasure, you are leaving, distressed, your dreams of woman. Of your braids in history not even the strands will remain, that your memory may live on to those who will mourn you.








